Well, it's sunrise on the freeway as I get back from town. Find you standin' in my boots, kickin' my dog around. Oh, empty bottles on the floor, enough to build a monument.
Once the religious, the hunted and weary. Chasing the promise of freedom and hope. Came to this country to build a new vision. Far from the reaches of kingdom and pope.
She used to dance when she had the chance. And the time it didn't matter. At the end of her night, was an endless flight. While her head, it was lost in the laughter.